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It’s funny, I can’t remember what I did yesterday most of the time, so I struggle to remember my childhood, but my mum always tells a story from when I was really little. Apparently, she came into the kitchen and caught me with my hand in a tub of margarine. I was eating the stuff off my fingers, which must have tasted awful, not that I seemed to care at the time.

I was a happy kid. We lived in a small town called The Hawkesbury and I came from a small family – just me, Mum, Dad and my two older brothers, Ben and Jack. Mum was an accountant, then she became a maths teacher. In fact, she taught Ashton for a year or two. She always said he wasn’t the best student, but that he was a really nice person.

Although we weren’t a massively musical family, my dad liked all the older Australian bands like INXS and AC/DC, so there was always music being played when I was little. Mum had played the piano, though there was never one around the house, but it was Ben and Jack who started me on playing the guitar. Ben had tried to learn when he was younger, and there was an electric lying about which I would pick up and play. Jack had a drum kit in his room, so sometimes we would make a noise together.

The first song Ben taught me was Deep Purple’s ‘Smoke on the Water’, when I was 10, and I would play it on the top string with one finger. I did it so much that there was a massive crease in the skin and I think I must have driven everyone crazy, playing that same song all the time. Later, I learned the lyrics to Green Day’s ‘Holiday’, and for some reason, I would sit in my room singing it over and over until my dad would come in and shout at me to stop.

I wasn’t a bad kid, but I was always getting into trouble for stupid things. At primary school I was in a world of my own and often I would get told off for being too loud. Then when I was around six, I wouldn’t go to class. I would be in school, but running around the playground having a great time while everyone else was in lessons. The teacher would look around at the students’ faces and, having realised that I wasn’t where I was supposed to be, she would race into the playground shouting, ‘Come here, Luke! You’re going into detention!’ When you were really naughty you’d have to sit on a chair outside the principal’s office. It was terrifying.

I think I was quite smart in primary school. My grades weren’t too bad, but most of the report cards would be like, ‘Luke would benefit from not sitting with his friends.’ That was my own fault, and I guess I liked talking too much. When it came to subjects, I wasn’t so good at English, and I was terrible at drawing and art. Maths was my subject, though. Well, Mum was an accountant and a maths teacher, so I felt I had to be good at that.

I was sporty, too. I played football when I was a kid and my team was Manchester United, so I loved watching Wayne Rooney and Cristiano Ronaldo play. I was also a pretty good swimmer. I’d win all the races at my school and I would compete against other schools in regional competitions. But it wasn’t long before music was taking over my life.